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Tuesday, September 09, 2003

something in the soybean rows (after conrad) 



something in the soybean rows

promised myself
           i'd never step
                      foot

or load
           belongings --
                      beautiful tensions:


a couple of lustful titans
           duking
                      and a fast food-filled country

in the heat and heart
           of Mercury Retrograde...
                      a crude drawing of the state,

the natural thing to do
            stay with friends,
                      two crows diving


at the edge of the yard.
            The keys
                      locked up.


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